eulogy for an adolescence shattered against elliot st. pavement (here's to being young!)

here's to the knives in your pockets

the gun in your trunk

the years it's been since we weren't drunk

the neighbor shirtless

face-down on the lawn

here's to the bb gun holes in the wall

the burnt tin foil in the hall

the weeks i've spent in bed since you were gone

here's to shitting my pants downtown when the dealer's late

stumbling home

the feds in the front gate

sleeping behind the school when the landlord comes

here's to being young

i hope i die before i get old

hell

i just hope i die before the spoon gets cold

sing it with me now while we've still got our lungs

here's to being young

buy whipped cream on ebt

and huff it in the dark with me

there's a bill on the table but i don't recognize the name

we just came for a good time

it's listerine but it tastes fine

or at least it did last time you got the shakes

here's to running out the grocery store with a thirty pack

punching the cashier that wants it back

booking it out of there before the police comes

here's to being young

i hope i die before i get old

hell

i just hope i die

blah blah blah

sing it with me now

convince me this is fun

here's to being young